Jinyoung is 23 years old and has a big passion for writing.
He often finds himself to be depressed and thinking about his dark past.
One day, he meets a mysterious guy named Jaebum who might help him get through all of that.
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After I was dry, I put on all my clothes again and sat on the roof of the car with JB.
We did the same as last time and left the car doors open to hear the soft tune playing from the radio.
I was looking at the still water in front of us and couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to drown.
Would it be painful?
Would it be calming?
Would someone rescue me?
You should try it.
I frowned deeply at my own thoughts.
What if nobody saves me...
What if everyone wants me to leave...
"Jinyoung?"
I turned to face JB who had a worried expression.
"Are you okay?" he asked and examined my face.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded weakly.
"No... you're not." he frowned. "What's wrong, baby?"
I broke our eye contact and stared back at the lake without answering.
I heard him getting off the roof but I had no idea what he was doing.
I heard him change the song on the radio into a very relaxing and slow tune and he stood beside the vehicle, looking up at me. He extended his hand out to me which I hesitantly accepted.
He helped me get off the roof but didn't let go of my hand.
He placed my hand on his shoulder and placed his own on my waist.
He tarted to slowly sway along to the music.
"What are you doing?" I asked and looked down.
"Just dance with me, buttercup." he whispered and leaned in closer.
I sighed and gave in.
I placed my other hand on his shoulder as well and swayed along with him.
A smirk grew on his lips in victory as he pulled me close to his chest.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent.
I could feel his heartbeat.
He suddenly pulled away slightly and took a hold of my hand.
He slowly spun me around in a circle before bringing me back into his embrace.
He leaned in so that our noses touched and I could feel his hot breath hit against my lips.
He kissed me gently and I kissed back.
The kiss was so soft and gentle that I questioned if it even happened. I know that he usually liked it rough but this is the way I prefer it.
Gentle.
He kissed me as if I was the most delicate thing on earth or like glass that could smash if he would be too rough.
It made me feel butterflies in my stomach.
We rested our foreheads against each other and I offered him a small smile.
"There's the smile that I love so much." he smiled back and gave my lips a quick peck.
